Harmony:  “Yes ma’am.”

With that Harmony made her exit.  Bette made her rounds around the room and said goodnight to everyone.  She made sure no one was watching and went upstairs instead of out the door.  She entered her office to find the lights off and Harmony standing in front of the window with the moonlight at her back.  Bette just stood in the doorway and looked at her with the light from the hall way at her back.  Neither could see the others face because of the lighting but they didn’t need to.  Bette closed the door and threw her coat and bag in a chair in the corner.  Harmony grabbed the clip holding her hair up and let it drape down her back as she slowly made her way towards the center of the room where Bette met her.  No words.  Just desire.  Harmony slid off her blazer and let it fall to the floor.  Bette turned around so Harmony could unzip her dress and it too fell to the floor.  Harmony took a single hand and slid it around to Bettes stomach to pull her closer.  Harmony began to breathe on Bette’s neck then placed light soft kisses covering as much skin as possible.  She slides her tongue around the edge of her ear and bit the lobe eliciting a soft moan from Bette.  Bette grabbed the back of Harmony’s head as Harmony continued her now more excited assault of her neck.  Bette turned around and pulled Harmony in for a deep kiss.  Their tongues dancing round each others trying to explore as much of each others mouths as possible.  Bette backed Harmony up to the desk.  She began to unbutton her blouse their lips never losing contact.  Harmony undid her own pants and let them slide to the floor to speed things up a bit.  She craved Bette’s touch as much as Bette craved hers.  When she was loosed of her clothes Bette pushed her completely up on the desk, its contents being flung everywhere.  Bette straddled her on the desk as she began to kiss a searing trail of kisses down her neck, collar bone, chest, stomach stopping right before the waste band of Harmony’s red lace thong.  An idea popped into her head.  She looked around and found her scissors still on the desk.  She gave Harmony a mischievous grin as she easily snipped either side of the waistband.  She then slid them off and threw them somewhere.  She then continued her trail to the one place Harmony wanted her most.  Bette used her tongue to test the waters, so to speak.  Harmony was wet with anticipation just as Bette had hoped.  She used her tongue to circle Harmony’s clit as her hips began to gyrate to the rhythm.  When she was sure Harmony could take no more teasing she sucked her clit into her mouth and began sucking on it with passion.  Harmony felt herself lose control of her senses.  Bette sucked until she heard Harmony become short of breath and panting her name in that way that drove her wild.